she lives with her
cat,
they are not talking
a cat
is a metaphor for
grooming and silence and
that murmur,
she murmurs all day
why no one loves her
visits her
and reminds her of
those wholesome days
where laughter
flies in the room
like some
butterflies,
we do not blame her
she was born with paws
sharp fingernails
scratching
the faces of those
who decided to
abandon her
finally...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem